"She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time..."
Radiohead - Fake plastic trees
